The air seemed to have stilled as both women stood together in silence. Anessa's head immediately generated pessimistic conclusions and the pace of her heart picked up the worse her thoughts became.
Emily didn't say anything more, but from Anessa's expression, she knew she was right. With a sigh, she opened the door to the passenger side, "See? I haven't even told you anything yet and you already can't take it."
Just as she was going to enter the car, Anessa grabbed onto her arm. With an expression of determination and willingness on her face, she spoke without as much of a stutter or hesitation.
"Tell me." Anessa nodded, "I can take it."
Emily looked keenly at her features for a hint of hesitation or extreme worry about breaking down, but there was none. She was genuinely impressed and surprised to see how fast Anessa recovered, but...
"I'm still not telling you anything," Emily told her before seating herself in the car.
